I feel gunky

Not terribly gunky, but in time I will feel more so. It is for what I can accurately call the usual reason. No hot water. Yeah, it seems to happen every year or *insert number of months just under a year* or at least once every place I live. I've been in the current place for oh.. at least 6 weeks so I suppose it's time I had a bit of an issue with the old water heater.

Oh I love that I keep getting to have these little adventures that strengthen my character. I really do. And of course.. a good grumble is about the best topic for a post I can come up with these days.. and everything's been so perfect late...

actually it hasn't but going on about money problems, personal problems, being stuck going nowhere, being ignored by the film/acting world and deleting a whole bunch of fantastic kitties off my memory card can only be done so many times. Or not at all.

Anyway I have to call some guy that the management group that work for the owners of my building gave me to get him to come over and sort it out, so I'll talk to him, explain the whole situation who I am and all that.. and he'll ask a bunch of questions I can't answer, then I'll probably have to call the owners, they won't answer or they won't know what I'm talking about so I'll have to call the real estate people who'll probably call them and maybe then they'll call me to tell me to call the fixit guy again, and when I finally get through he'll probably ask me a bunch of questions again, and then I'll explain it all again and he'll call the owners, then they'll call me back and tell me to call him. I'll call him again and he'll tell me he'll call me back about when he can come and fix it. He won't call back so I'll call again tomorrow and he'll say he'll figure out his schedule and call back, maybe he'll call back or maybe I'll have to call again but finally he'll make an appointment for a few days after that particular conversation, excluding the weekend of course and maybe I'll be able to have a shower about a week and a half from now.

Or something like that.

Something a bit different

I had an adventure yesterday, if you call doing not much in a different place than where you usually don't do much. Well.. I did not much in Karlovy Vary, a town that's famous for it's hot springs.

We went with Steve and Jana who I know through Erik.. strangely. Oh it's a funny story, they met each other in Israel years ago.. then he (Steve) moved to Spain and now has a Czech girlfriend who he lived with there but she's here now and he came to visit her and.. well anyway we went with them.

We walked around town, I took thousands of identical and near identical photos, and we drank some of that healing spring water. We first sampled some from a small fountain surrounded by a lovely gazebo. The water came out at about 60° and I wouldn't say it tasted awful exactly, but it definitely tasted weird. Of course being totally organic and fresh and all that it must be good for you.. so it makes sense that it tastes.. though not necessarily putrid, it definitely tastes weird, and probably isn't served best at 50+° and in a plastic bottle.

Of course you're supposed to drink it in a weird squashed in sort of mug, something I learnt while I was there.

Other things I learnt about the town during our short visit:

A lot of older people
A lot of Russians
A lot of people wearing white.
The music played in some restaurant/pub gardens (some being those that play it at all, rather than those which don't) is usually some awful easy listening type "rock" from the mid 80s to mid 90s. This could be just a weird observation of mine.. or something particular about yesterday. Or something to do with the average age of person in the city.
The clothes in shop windows (and on people) were more monumentally dreadful than those I've noticed around here. It could have something to do with the greater age of typical person in the city. Or the greater Russian-ness of the typical person in the city. Or a bit of both.

And Becherovka comes from there, but we didn't have any. We did have lunch and beer however. And our waiter sang along with the music, the aforementioned awful easy listening type.

That's all.